After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"Ms. Zheng, you see, this is a new brocade from the Jin family in Hexi. It took twenty weavers a whole month to dye such a horse, like smoke and mist, you can wear it on your body. No one can compare it to you. !"

The shopkeeper of the largest silk and satin shop in the capital, slumped shoulders and bent over to a little lady, smiled so that her old face was crumpled into chrysanthemums.

He said this, but from the bottom of his heart, he did not adulterate at all.

No one in the world knows. The lineage of the Zheng family in Xingyang has only one daughter so far. She has been raised like a bead like a treasure to her age. It is a jade person who is too lazy with precious jade delicacies and a pile of silks and satin.

Not to mention that Zheng Xiaozi’s father is the first assistant of tens of thousands of people under the beam. His mother comes from the Langya Wang clan. Although the family is in decline, the camel is bigger than a horse.

Just like this, a lady who travels with a frame, even the princess will avoid, two months later, she will marry the future most noble master of Liang Chao, who will be the crown prince of the royal book—

Which lady in Beijing mentioned this little lady Zheng, didn't she be envious and jealous, and wished to replace her?

The treasurer said, in this world, there are lucky people who are favored by God in the palm of his hand.

It’s just that today this lucky person doesn’t seem to be in high spirits, so she flipped through the cloth that she showed to her:

"And that's all?"

"That's it. This time, there are two horses in the Yunjin Unification. One horse is given to the county lord of Rongqin, and the remaining one is here."

"Rong Qin?"

Zheng Wan frowned and let her go first, "No matter, the shopkeeper, wrap it up."

Although the sky was overly colored and stained with a little dust, it was better than what she had on hand. The next day was to go to Lin Yan. It would not be beautiful to let Rong Qin take the lead.

The treasurer secretly stunned, this one-foot cloth of one or two gold brocade came to Lady Zheng, but it was just an improvisation. I can think of Zheng Shoufu's enthusiasm for pampering his daughter, and I think it should be. Even the Pearl of the South China Sea can be used as a stubborn master of marbles. How can I care about a mere cloud of brocade?

The maid took the money bag to check out, and Zheng Wan sat at the table and tasted tea.

Before leaving the house, it was still windy and sunny, but at this time, the rain and the wind were gradually coming, and layers of snow and ink were sprayed down, and after a while, the road on the street was covered with a layer of silver frost.

Zheng Yu also spotted a trembling little bird by the window. He was about to open the window and put it in for a roast, but when he saw the carriage of the General Zhen Guo's mansion "call", it stopped downstairs.

Mrs. Jiang San, who had only seen her at the Women's School yesterday, got out of the carriage and disappeared at the corner in a short while.

This is coming up.

Jinxiuzhuang received male guests on the first floor and female guests on the second floor. There was a staircase for the female guests to come to the door. Seeing the posture of Lady Jiang San, I was afraid that she would be specially looking for her.

Zheng Wan took a sip of the cup slowly, and Jiang Sanniang came up after hearing the soft noise of the stairs.

"Wang Niang, I am looking for you."

Zheng Wan didn't know when he had friendship with Jiang San Niangzi. Xungui and the family have always been two factions in the court:

"Why did San Niangzi look for me?"

"Today, at the pilgrimage meeting, the Holy Master newly named a national teacher. The Shoufu Master seemed to be at odds with the national teacher. He raised objections in the church and made the Holy Master knelt at Anju Gate."

Anjumen was kneeled by a criminal official who had committed a serious mistake. If he hadn't been abandoned by the Holy Lord, he would not have the turn of a country's chief assistant to kneel.

Jiang San Niang thought that she had only seen it before, and she couldn't hide the gloat at the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't say...the future position of the prince concubine could not be kept.

"National Division?"

To her surprise, Zheng Wan, except his face was slightly paler, and his expression was not dissimilar. A pair of colored glaze pupils looked at her, "Which national teacher?"

Since the founding of the Liang Dynasty, he has never heard of such an official.

Suppressed by her momentum for a while, Jiang San Niangzi obediently poured out the words: "...It is said that this Cui Guoshi has great good fortune, and is different from those gods in Taoist temple... The Holy Lord trusts him very much."

Zheng Wan was not as calm as Jiang Sanniang thought.

The word "Guo Shi" fell into my ears, like a heavy rolling stone, which made her heart aches. Zheng Wan knew that her old problem of angina had recurred.

She suffered from this problem since she was a child. The imperial doctor had been asked many times, but the cause of the disease could not be found back. She only said, "Ms. Zheng is healthy and healthy, without any deficiency." Coincidentally, her heart disease often breaks out. It's all related to personal life.

According to her mother, this incident dates back to when she was three years old. Her father had planned an errand outside. Because of her sudden heart disease, she was worried about staying for one more month. Within this month, there was a sudden accident outside the city. The avalanche crushed many people to death and wounded many people. If you were on the road normally, her father might be among those people.

My mother was afraid, but my father loved her more and more, often holding her and calling her "Fu Xing".

Zheng Wan subconsciously held the jade pendant around his waist:

"Where is my father?"

"...Master Shoufu is still kneeling outside the Anju Gate. I heard that I will kneel for five hours..."

Five hours? Don't you have to kneel till night?

Nuanyu's temperature climbed all the way from the palm of her hand, and she began to relieve her pain. Since Zheng Yu remembered, this jade pendant has been by her side. When a heart attack occurs, she can get better only by holding it.

Unable to entangle with Jiang San's wife again, Zheng Wan called the maid, and directly boarded the car and went to Anjumen.

Anju Gate is located at the second entrance of the imperial city, connecting the inner and outer palaces. Kneeling in front of this gate, officials can be seen in and out. Not to mention that it is the first assistant of a country. A big event with full face.

Another hour has passed since the carriage passed Anjufang from the West Market and reeled to the gate of the city.

The rain stopped, but the snow fluttered and fell more anxiously. Zheng Yu got out of the wagon that smoked the stove, even though he was wearing thick feathers, he was still shivered by the cold wind on his face.

The guard passed the token after verifying it.

The snow on the bluestone pavement was shoveled, and the ground was wet. When Zheng Yu walked all the way from Zhengxuanmen to Anjumen, the pearl shoes under his feet were half wet, and the cold breath felt cold.

But when she saw the man kneeling in front of the door, her eyes were wetter than her feet.

At the Anju Gate of Nuo University, the six-sided red-lacquered copper nailed door was open, and officials came and went, and no one looked at the door.

The father, who had always been very energetic, crouched and knelt on the wet road. The Xuanzi dress was soaked and wrinkled wrinkly. His temples were stained with snow, as if he was ten years old.

Looking around with swords, spears, swords and halberds, Habayashi Lang guarded around with guns and halberds.

Zheng Wan quickly walked a few steps:

"Aye-"

Zheng Zhai seemed to hear his daughter's voice in a daze. He raised his head and saw that his charming daughter was standing in the snow. His hem was soaked in the water, and he quickly raised his face:

"Wanyu, go back soon!"

"I won't." Zheng Wan refused, "Aye is still suffering, how can my daughter return home with peace of mind?"

"Naughty! Is this a place where my daughter's house can come!"

Zheng Zhai was trying to drive away, but saw his daughter, who usually shed half of her tears when she touched her, so she knelt down straight, her knee collided with the road, and she made a crisp sound.

"Wan Wan!"

"Aye, the Holy Lord has punished me on the Zheng family. As the daughter of the Zheng family, how can we avoid it?" Zheng Yuan bowed to the ground and worshiped each other. The snow-colored silk touched the dirty ground. When I got up again, it was already. Stained with stains.

The stain stung Zheng Zhai's eyes:

"Yong Dai, don't help your lady get up yet!"

His daughter He is supposed to be the master of the Golden Temple at Tayutang Station. How can he be with such a nasty?

"Aye, don't be annoyed," Zheng Wan turned his head and smiled at him, "When he finishes kneeling, Wanwan and Aye will return to the house together."

Zheng Zhai's eyes were red, and his throat choked for a long time before shaking his head:

"菀菀—"

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed back again, his eyes straight forward, resentment and complexity almost simultaneously appeared on that clear face.

"Aye?"

Zheng Wan subconsciously followed his gaze and looked forward.

Outside the red-painted high Anju Gate, among the heavy swords, spears, swords and halberds, a man holding an ink-and-wash umbrella, followed the long jade-step corridor, and slowly came in a pile of clouds and snow.

With black hair and black pupils, wide robe and big sleeves, they don't look like real people.

Habayashi Lang's noble heads dropped one after another, Zheng Wan looked straight at each other approaching, close enough to see the smoke around the umbrella handle, and close enough to see that Lang Jun was wearing...

Plain yarn singles.

At the moment when everyone was wrapped in thick fur and heavily clothed, he only wore a robe, invisible, but as thin as a cicada's wings, he wanted to fly. The color of the sky and snow fell on his white robe, shimmering. In the dim light, she could only see the jade-like chin and the beautiful chin line.

"You are Zheng Wan?"

Lang Jun's voice is very nice, like the breeze blowing in the bamboo forest, the jade chime falling into the river.

"Who are you?"

Zheng Wan opened a pair of water eyes, raised his head and looked up. Before he could see clearly, he felt his eyes hurt like a needle prick, and tears fell.

Zheng Zhaiqiang propped up his body and kept his daughter behind:

"Cui Wang! In the past, the fault was not in the little girl. If you have any grievances, just call the old man alone."

"Resent?" The voice seemed to be suspicious, but this doubt was also extremely weak, which was exactly the same as his cold and cold temperament. "But so."

Qian sigh was blown by the wind, and suddenly scattered into the vast snow.

Zheng Wan squinted his eyes subconsciously, but in a flash, the Leng Langjun had already walked away. Looking from the distance, only one corner of the robe was gently lifted by the wind, and the long black hair was scattered, which was worthy of a back, and it already made people feel like an immortal.

"Aye, that's Cui Wang?"

Speaking of Cui Wang, Zheng Wan subconsciously thought of the young man who had not grown up.

She was in a grey shirt, and she didn’t know how long she had been soaked in the dust. Even her face was blurred, but she could still remember those eyes, burning with hatred and contempt, crystal clear and very beautiful—as she usually was the most Love playing stubborn black agate.

If I remember correctly, the little beggar who dared to stop her frame with a broken jade pendant and propose to her daughter of the Zheng family in Xingyang was his name: Cui Wang.

She also rewarded him on the spot and said: "Wishful thinking."

Zheng Zhai nodded, confirming her guess:

"Cui's child has now been named a national teacher by the holy master, and it is my main beam to serve as a guest."

Zheng Wan opened his mouth and closed it again.

Fang Shuo’s angina pectoris swept away like never before. She clutched her heart, and only had time to shout: "Aye, I hurt."

The person slid down softly.

Zheng Zhai bluffed and hurriedly picked it up with his hands, but his knees had lost consciousness because of sitting for a long time, and he fell straight along with him.

In the chaos, Yong Dai screamed:

"Lady! Lady! Your lord! Come on..."

Zheng Zhai waved his hand: "Leave me alone, go to the imperial doctor as soon as possible!"

The Habayashi men also rushed over. Seeing that Miss Zheng's face was like gold paper, she was so angry that she immediately slapped her horse to find the imperial doctor. After less than half a cup of tea, they rushed in wrapped in the imperial doctor.

At this time, Zheng Yu had been placed in the car. The imperial physician came over to lift his eyelids and test the tongue coating. After a long time pulse diagnosis, he gave his hands and said bitterly:

"The little lady is not sick."

"How can I be free of illness?! My son screams pain."

"The little old man is incompetent. I really can't find out what disease the little lady has committed. Why don't you go back to your house and lie down and see it tomorrow?"

Zheng Zhai thoughtfully looked at the sweating imperial doctor, waved his hand, and asked Yong Dai and the imperial doctor to follow the carriage to send their daughter back to the capital.

When the night rains and the wind is violent, the heavy snow bends the green pine in the courtyard, Zheng Yu has a nightmare all night with the sound of the wind and rain.

She dreamed that she was living in a book called "Sword King".

The name of Jianjun is very coincidental, also named Cui Wang.

Cui Wang also has a fiancée, the last generation of the Zheng family in Xingyang, Zheng Yu, whose name is Qingwu.